Yes, the third chapter, and everyone seems to like this, its really weird. Oh well hope you enjoy this chapter.

Again I own nothing, even though I really really want to.

Weeks had passed, nothing on Aang had come to Katara, and she was beginning to try and slip away to the hospital more and more. Sokka and Toph had helped her take his things from his apartment to her house. She found herself seeking the comfort of Momo and Appa, it helped the three of them keep from worrying about their fellow stray. Sokka and Toph watched Katara closely, listening to the phone when ever she called someone, trying to find out if she would end up trying to jump again.

Katara was falling asleep on the coach more, Momo and Appa curled up close to her. She started pick up the phone, even when the suitors called. She talked to some of them, but usually turned them down, saying she still need some time to heal from her other heartbreaks. Slowly calls stopped and her life seemed to get better. However it got even better when the hospital called with news, Sokka had never seen her move so fast.

His whole world hurt, head was throbbing, side was drilling pain up his back, and his shoulder was raging. Slowly his eyes opened and, light flooded into them, slowly things went from blurry to clear. He moaned slightly, sucking in the air as a nurse touched his side, not knowing he was awake. She turned and smiled at him, before sticking her head out the door, calling for someone, then whispered to them. Both seemed to run off leaving him there.

He thought he was gone, he had said he was sorry to her, he wouldn't be surprised if she had jumped. Though the thought broke his heart, she was so beautiful, smart, and her voice was nothing like he had heard before. Yet she was crying for him, and he would no doubt cry for her. So badly he wanted her to cry on him so he could whisper over and over it was all right to her.

It was ten years, ten years since he had let himself feel like this. He looked that part away, made a new self, and he strayed way to far. His uncle dead and he got in fights and grades dropped. High school was full of gangs and drugs, and he did his best to leave that place, that town, that pain. He left after graduation, just left, got on a bus and looked for help. Somehow he got a job, managed to live his life, like he wanted to, like he was raised to. Then they found him, and he was moving more and more, packing one day then be gone before the sun had risen.

The sound of rapid footsteps knocked him from his thoughts, and he looked to find her, Katara standing there, hand over mouth, and tears already falling. Aang could only stare at her, only want to comfort her more, but sitting up hurt a little.

"No, you shouldn't do that, you're still hurt." She said racing over, hovering her hands just centimeters from his chest. "You should rest, really."

He slowly took one of her hands into his, pulling her closer with the other. He buried his face in her long brown hair, gently feeling her arms wrap around his torso. She was indeed flustered, hesitant as to what to do, but she did it either way. He pressed her hand on his chest, holding it there, holding her close.

"Please, don't worry, I'm fine. Things have been a lot worse for me." Aang whispered softly to her. "This is nothing to what its been."

"I'm just happy your alive." Katara said. "You saved me, and you saved me from myself."

Aang clung on tighter, it hurt, but he didn't care. He muttered something, but even he didn't catch it. "Don't leave, please, don't leave Katara." Aang said into her hair.

"I wasn't planning on it."

They stayed like that for a good five minutes, it was filling, far more filling to Aang than Katara would ever know. Katara thought Aang was the only one who saved someone, yet she had saved him. His past was bond to catch up to him, and it did indeed, and he would have died alone, but now he had someone to turn to. His shell was broken, and the lock was picked, he was starting to love again.

"Aang, you help strays right?" Katara said looking deep into his eyes after they had pulled away.

"Yes." Aang said focusing on her.

"Well, you can't help all of them, when you're one yourself." Katara said. "Much less in that apartment of yours, and you can't live alone hurt like that."

"Where are you going with this?"

"You'll coming to live with me, Appa and Momo and your stuff is all ready there."

"Katara, I can't, that's to much for me, I don't deserve it."

"Aang." Katara's voice was firm. "I know I haven't known you for long, but I want you to live there. I want you to live with me, I'm alone, and Momo and Appa don't really want to leave anytime soon."

Aang smiled. "So they made a choice already. Fine I'll stay."

Katara brightened, and dug out her phone, calling someone and disappearing from the room for a while. She was back with nurses, and they helped him into a wheelchair, and off to Katara's car. Aang was impressed, a luxury car, that was bond to last and something good to have at those times. She helped him into the front seat before running around the back to the other side.

"That's a house?!" Aang gapped.

"What, too much? It was my parents' house." Katara said. "But it is big."

"That's an understatement." Aang said as Katara helped him out slowly. "I think the White House is smaller."

"You've seen the White House."

"Not up close, but I have seen it."

Katara laughed, and two people seemed to run out of the mansion, running to help Katara. Sokka was the first to reach them, and Toph was close behind. They helped Katara and Aang up to the door, beginning greeted by Appa and Momo. They guided Aang to his room, taking the elevator, for they were afraid he wouldn't make the stairs. Aang thanked them, and over looked the backyard, it was huge, and he know why Katara was alone.

There was a knock on his door and Katara walked in. She smiled at him, joining him by where he was looking. "You know, I use to run around that backyard. Sokka and I, with our friends, I've never had more fun." Katara said looking out. "Now its just a lot, I miss the laughter that filled it."

"Things are ghostly when their empty." Aang said, and Katara could see his eyes were distant. "Katara if you know some of the things I've done, you wouldn't let me stay here."

"People change, Aang." Katara said. "Then there are people who need to talk and have people listen."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Please review, and next chapter is mostly a flashback